Set the scene. There is to be an exchange of documents in a car park. A russian looking spy will be meeting the 12.30 train where she expects to meet with a man wearing a grey wool jumper who will say the word ‘suspect’ to her in verification. She will hand him a briefcase which contains his next instructions.
Sounds so simple doesn’t it?
So what really happened?
As the man approached the woman she placed him into a search position against a van and frisked him, unhappy that he was carrying concealed items he was forced to his knees before being man handled very roughly into the vehicle simultaniously as having a cloth held in place over his mouth by My leather gloved hand .
Whilst dazed he quickly found his mind racing with thoughts along the lines of what the hell is going on as his hands were bound behind his back.
Searching him for ‘devices’ and anything unusual it was discovered that he had an envelope full of money and some very strange items.
He begged and pleaded that he had no idea what I was talking about (which of course he didn’t as I had simply created a plot line he knew nothing about). As he could say anything helpful I filled his mouth with a gag and bound him tightly to the chair as, his hands still tied behind him.
A journey to somewhere remote was filled with his efforts to scream and shout for help as he rocked around in the chair trying in the most futile way to get free.
Eventually the gag was removed when there was absolutely no one for miles and chaining his cock and balls to some railings with a long piece of rope as he was still strapped in the seat combined with the thought of the vehicle reversing at high speed to rip them clean off seemed to do the trick.
He started singing like a parrot – of the things he came up with trying with all his might to appease Me – an angry woman with his manhood literally at her fingertips.
Shall we sat that under such duress he said enough to gain My interest and was then taken to an isolation place to be tethered to the ceiling and left to think of the real reason he had so much cash and a bag of womens clothes in his possession. Just to be on the safe side his mouth was sealed with thick black gaffer tape. His arms tied away from each other high above his head. As a final act of memory jerking I placed the ladies panties on him and filled them with vibrators before leaving him to think.
Even upon My return in a short dress his defiance was obvious and brute force and torture were used to procure the desired effects of forcing him to wear the ladies clothes, a nice black business skirt, black hold up stockings and a thick turtle neck woollen jumper which I sprayed with My perfume to make him smell of a woman.
Getting the shoes onto him involved digging My finger nails into some sensitive places VERY HARD. But the final result was worth it – the look on his face as I dragged his head back by the hair and forced him to look at the reflection in the full length mirror.
This is where things get really interesting as he promised with a nod not to make any loud sounds if I removed the tape. . . . .a necessary precaution as he had tried and fought so hard to escape and evade dressing.
The games continued with the most bizarre revelations which I will keep as a kinky secret and can only proclaim that I enjoyed pushing his limits and twisting his interrogation in various directions until he was mentally exhausted. Not an easy thing to achieve with an intelligent man who is able to think on his feet.
We agreed a deal and effectively he has now become a double agent and has a microchip inserted into his right nipple ……. enabling Me to track his movements and call him back or recapture him at any time for further training or interrogation.